The world had not yet met him, this poor and wandering boy.
He did all he could to get by, no bother no worry no joy.
'Til one day the grown old man saw him, and noticed a look in his eye
The look of lost and frustration, the look of wanting to die.
This shot fear through the school and the class mates, who all thought he looked just fine,
'Til his mother searched round his bedroom, and found pills a gun and some wine.
She called all the suicide help lines, to see what there was to do,
To save this poor boy from destruction, and set his life anew.
But all of her searching was helpless, all her work in no way complete
The young boy found a new out to save him, when running out into the street.
Here he found oblivious fast cars, not one expecting the blow
But he ran and he jumped with all of his might, his life cut, no longer to grow.
This was Anthony's story, I tell to you today,
To warn you of trouble and heart aches, so many times hidden away.
Don't let another Anthony pass you, don't let another soul lose
This gift called life all around us, which giving up is not theirs to chose.
